It will be
like a monitor switched off,
children playground under snow.
Empty film screen.
Until yesterday there were games,
writing,
loving,
and all of a sudden – silence.
Somebody here is alive,
but it is not me.
I wake up in vain.
On the end credits
names, places and faces:
“special thanks to…”,
funded by,
casting by.
This went kind of quick –
when did it start,
when did it end?
We didn’t even
finish the popcorn.
The hall is empty,
and I’m still waiting.